The man with the wavy long hair was like a ghastly specter, almost instantaneously appearing in front of the bodyguard. With one hand, he seized the bodyguard’s neck.
The bodyguard’s neck seemed to be clamped, instantly turning red as he felt he could hardly breathe.
"You weren’t supposed to die, but why did you have to meddle?" the man with the wavy long hair said, his voice containing a hidden sigh. Regrettably, his words sounded chilling to the bone.
A shadow flashed across the man with the wavy long hair’s eyes, he exerted force, and the bodyguard’s neck was twisted and broken, a large amount of fresh blood gushing from his mouth. Fortunately, the man with the wavy long hair quickly withdrew his hand, preventing the blood from staining himself.
Afterward, he lifted the bodyguard by the collar and tossed him into the nearby bushes, effectively disposing of the corpse.
Looking at the woman in black, she did the same. The two casually threw the bodyguard’s corpse aside. Given it was a dark night and the vicinity was forest and underbrush, it was indeed the perfect place to destroy evidence of the corpse.
As long as they could survive tonight, even if the bodies were discovered at dawn, they would not care.
The man with the wavy long hair looked up at the mountaintop, where the lights were as bright as day. His eyes shone with an intense eagerness, he licked his lips, displaying a bloodthirsty demeanor, and whispered softly, "Is Abandoned Dragon on the mountaintop? I’m really looking forward to this."
"I’m looking forward to it too," the woman in black spoke. "But I hope, Lu Zhexi, that you won’t act on a whim. Everything must go according to plan."
Lu Zhexi chuckled, "Okay, dear Xiuzhen, I promise I’ll try to restrain myself."
Nobody could guarantee that he would follow the plan.
But things had reached this point, and having already made it this far, further persuasion was futile. Han Xiuzhen scoffed and said, "I hope so because if you really mess things up, Lord Raguel won’t let you off."
Bai Kuang threw a punch, the force of it reverberating. After a moment of collision, Fang Yi felt an extremely powerful external force shaking him, instantly causing numbness in his arms.
Fang Yi casually shook his arm, dispelling the sensation, and then he retreated backward.
Seeing this, Bai Kuang immediately leaped forward, his fists as rapid as the wind.
"Let’s see how you handle the Bai Family’s Thunderbolt Fist!" A cold glint burst from Bai Kuang’s eyes.
As he spoke, Bai Kuang’s fists fell in quick succession, even creating shadowy afterimages, indeed as fast as lightning, not giving Fang Yi any chance to ponder or break away. He pressed on, hoping to force Fang Yi into a hasty defeat.
Fang Yi still retreated, he merely defended and did not counterattack out of compulsion due to Bai Kuang’s aggression.
Fang Yi had seen many formidable opponents, fought against many, and they were indeed strong at first and had truly great strength. But if they couldn’t last until the end, then the outcome hardly needed mentioning.
Fang Yi backed away, continuously adopting defensive postures to fend off attacks, all the while maintaining a calm demeanor.
"Fang Yi! Is retreating and dodging all you can do? Show me your true skills!" Bai Kuang shouted while attacking, his punches feeling like they were sinking into mud, powerless to achieve any impact.
Fang Yi’s expression remained calm, he said indifferently, "You’ll get to see them."
However, the more Fang Yi did so, the less Bai Kuang could calm down. The rage surging in Bai Kuang’s eyes had completely ignited him.
Bai Kuang’s punching speed became faster and fiercer; his brute strength was on full display with wide and open movements.
Finally, whether by accident or not, one of Bai Kuang’s punches finally hit Fang Yi squarely in the chest.
Fang Yi immediately staggered backward, swaying but not falling over. Yet that one blow stirred up excitement all around.
"Ha ha, well done, young master Bai!"
"Fang Yi, don’t be a coward, face Bai Family’s young master in an open duel."
"Young Master Bai, go all out and defeat this bastard!"
The crowd roared and shouted, making the place sound like a fighting pit, their voices echoing through the night.
"Old man Song, did you see that!" In the pavilion, Old Master Bai wore a face of triumph.
Old Master Song was slightly mad. He rolled his eyes and said, "It’s just a punch that boy took, he didn’t fall, your grandson hasn’t won yet, what are you so smug about?"
"Anyway, I’ve got your ten million locked in," Old Master Bai said.
Old Master Song grumbled, "That remains to be seen..."
"Meng Wei, who do you think will win between the two?" Bai Jingjing asked, with the tall and formidable Meng Wei standing behind her.
"Alliance Hierarch, I do not know," Meng Wei said. "Their realms both surpass mine. Bai Kuang, ever since he debuted, has been unstoppable, only losing twice, and winning all the rest, so he is very strong. But as for Fang Yi..."
"Mister Fang Yi, he’s too mysterious, it’s hard for me to see through him. If Bai Kuang is at the Human Level eighth layer, with an absolute advantage. But I believe Fang Yi wouldn’t stupidly duel Bai Kuang with only the strength of Human Level fourth layer."
Bai Jingjing gave an ’oh’, not knowing whether she understood or not, and stopped talking, continuing to watch.
"Brother Fang, Brother Fang, how come you’re so sneaky?" Song Wuliang, holding a cup of wine, took a sip, his face flushed, and he chuckled hehe.
Hearing this, Shen Binan’s expression turned slightly strange, "I don’t see it."
Song Wuliang chuckled: "General Shen, you just don’t understand, do you? To exhaust after a short burst, further weaken after continuing, and be completely spent after a third try, Brother Fang is doing this on purpose. He’s letting Bai Kuang taste a bit of sweetness but what happens next isn’t so certain."
Fang Yi flicked his fingers against his chest, as if dusting off dirt, then, Fang Yi looked at Bai Kuang and said, "Fast, but not much force."
Bai Kuang’s eyes suddenly narrowed, shooting out a cold glare: "This is just the beginning!" he thought angrily.
Bai Kuang knew the power of his punches. In past battles, he relied on brute force and external strength—once his punch was thrown, ordinary people would have been knocked to the ground. But Fang Yi said the force was too weak, how could that not infuriate him?
Taking a deep breath, Bai Kuang switched his attack style, shouting, "Mountain Splitting Fist!"
This punch, Bai Kuang wasn’t using external strength, but inner strength!
Although inner strength is only used by Earth Level martial artists, for someone like Bai Kuang who was close to reaching Earth Level, it was possible to use inner strength temporarily, despite it being exhausting, Bai Kuang planned to defeat Fang Yi with one punch.
The wind from the fist stirred powerfully, immensely heavy; Fang Yi noticed it too.
In that moment, a strange smile appeared on Fang Yi’s lips.
This time, Fang Yi didn’t dodge, choosing instead to fight back.
Fang Yi spread his legs, driving his feet into the ground as if taking root, then his upper body bent backward, right fist clenched, and he suddenly launched it, aiming for a head-on collision with Bai Kuang.
This scene made everyone around crane their necks, eyes bulging.
Perhaps, after this collision, the outcome would be decided.